Chapter 9： steal (1/2)

Listening to this, Pei Ziyun couldn't help but be overjoyed. He had thought of a way to get the teacher to give him. This kind of non-ownership has a shallow fate, so long as he opens it to himself, he can get it—don't want to say it.

I made it right now: ”I will live up to the expectations of the master.”

When Pei Ziyun left, the hidden Fuyu and the figure appeared again. Looking at the departing Pei Ziyun, he seemed to be aware of it. After a silence, he said, ”It's strange, just between the books donated just now. With some blessings, is this book really related to this man? If this change, even if this man is not a reincarnation, he must not be mortal. ”

Zhao Ning stunned and said with a smile, ”How can there be so many good fortunes, but the brother said so, I will try him when the government tries it once.”

”I just forgot to guarantee it, I will send Zhang Yun to inform you tomorrow.”

Gongming is a very serious matter. According to the regulations of the DPRK, a county test was conducted in the county, and the winner was Tong Sheng. This rule is not very strict. It is only necessary for the three people who have the same test to guarantee each other.

However, if you are a student of Xiucai, you have to go to the county government to test. Every child who participates in the government test should register in the county gift room, fill in the place of origin, name, age, three-generation resume, and physical appearance. Bao, Bao Qi is the county's native place, and is of innocent origin. He is not a grandson of advocates, excellent, or soap, and has no mourning for his parents.

Zhao Ning has a talented status, or he can't open the museum for enlightenment.

If it is not related, please ask other talents to make a guarantee and have to pay two or two dollars, which is also one of the sources of income for talents.

However, Zhao Ning talked about it. After several years of observation, Pei Ziyun was a reincarnation master, and in his opinion, it was very small.

He said that Pei Ziyun went home, hurriedly used lunch, and then closed the door. At this time, the sun shined through the window and through the wooden window and shone in the room.

”Although it is not a good time to sleep, but I can't bear it.” Pei Ziyun put the book that he just got under the pillow, and then lay flat.

Only the role of plum blossoms, seems to be very strong, almost lying down, before his head fully rested on the pillow, he fainted in front of his eyes and has fallen asleep.

Uh ...

I heard the water beat the shore, rise, fall, rise again, fall again.

I woke up and felt a little chilling on my body, all wearing thin clothes, facing the stack of manuscript papers.

”Father!” Someone called softly, took the wicker and picked the candle wick, and handed a cup of tea: ”Father, late at night, you can't read like this, it's too hard.”

Tea smoky, the water slowly rises and diffuses, the tea is warm and the fragrance is clear. You can hear this person answer: ”You're right, but I have lived this life and can only read.”

Saying, the man lowered his head and stroked the stack of manuscripts slowly, his voice was calm: ”My daughter, I have read a lifetime of books, only the talents were selected, the world is in chaos. It seems that I can no longer test my fame. In fact, at my age, the fame is also a cloud to me, just the testimony of our reading. ”

”This volume is the result of my whole life's painstaking study. I am old and look down on a lot of things, but only this one can't hold it.”

The girl in front of her has not yet married, and this person gently pressed her hand on her forehead: ”Your mother feels that I am not prosperous, your brother does not like reading, and there is no one who can inherit at home. This manuscript is your dowry. You will When you see a serious reader, sell it to him for ten pennies! ”

The girl in front of her eyes nodded and glanced towards her.

The man smiled and said, ”Don't worry, the manuscript I write is just for people to see, as long as someone inherits my VanceInfo, whether it's my son or not, I'm satisfied.”

Speaking of this, the manuscript is suspended in the air, the night is already deep, and the wind is tightening, but as soon as the wind turns, Pei Ziyun wakes up suddenly.

”It seems to only sleep for a moment.”

The afternoon sun shone on the body, and an indescribable feeling came, seemingly sloppy, rejoicing, and regretful.

”恍惚 is a dream, but it's completely different. Is this the true role of plum blossoms?” Ordinary people, when they wake up in the dream, still remember the content of the dream, but it will soon disappear.

But Ke is totally different now. No need to remember, everything comes to Pei Ziyun's mind.

In Xunmeng, he became a talent, with a dozen acres of land, not business, not farming, the only thing is reading.

”Read, sing and sing, think deeply.”

”Do not leave the house day and night, day after day, the belt gradually widens, and I will never regret it.”

This kind of real scholar is weather-stricken and has gone through all the hardships and moved forward bravely. All of them are deeply shocked. When such a picture flashes in his mind, Pei Ziyun swallows his throat involuntarily.

第 一次 For the first time in his life, Pei Ziyun felt the spirit of ancient scholars. It is far more profound than it is literally. No, it is too deep. It is so deep that people cannot forget it.

Is this a scholar?